Went to the temple today

Open eyes when I pray

Cause you got bros that seethe the wheat with thirsty teeth as their Prey

Molded gold

Pharaohs face

this is Egyptian clay

Flee from Egypt or have faith to stand face to face

I figured

We’re kings because of Potiphar’s wife

Then plagues and parted seas is only part of our fight

This is so coded only folded paper planes see the plight

You can try to wear the mantle but the armor ain’t light

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